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This is the last time I’ll whine about how much I’ve worked lately. I promise. Stop sending me hate mail. Stop kidnapping my family for ransom. Stop nailing my door shut. I am aware of the Great World Famine. I am aware of the wars of the world.  Anywho - because of my unhealthy addiction I always tune in to NRK P3 whilst at work. This has severe side-effects, as P3 pretty much plays the same few songs over and over and over and over and over again. That’s why I over the last couple of weeks  could be found strolling around humming and singing to none other than Alesha Dixon - The boy does nothing.  Hit the jump for lyrics and a live performance by Ms. Dixon. I have no further comment.

I got a man with two left feet
And when he dances down to the beat
I really think that he should know
That his rhythms go go go

I got a man with two left feet
And when he dances down to the beat
I really think that he should know
That his rhythms go go go

CHORUS
Does he wash up? Never wash up
Does he clean up? No, he never cleans up
Does he brush up? Never brushed up
He does nothing the boy does nothing
(Repeat chorus)

Hey boy how you been?
I got a thousand lines
Where do I begin?
And II been here, been there
Traveling
I saw you at the corner
My vibe kicked in

And
Two fields
I clock you
Wearing tight jeans
A real nice suit
He was smiling like you
Was just seventeen
I asked him for a dance
He said ‘yes please’

Take a sip of dancing juice
Everybody’s onto you
Through the left and to the right
Everybody hit the rhythm
It’s on tonight
I’m gonna feel the heat within my soul
I need a man to take control
Let the melody blow you all away

CHORUS
Does he wash up? Never wash up
Does he clean up? No, he never cleans up
Does he brush up? Never brushed up
He does nothing the boy does nothing
(Repeat chorus)

Work it out now
Work it, Work it out now

Do the mumbo
Shake it all around now

Everybody on the floor
Let me see you clap your hands

I wanna see you work
I wanna see you move your body in turn
I wanna see you shake your hips and learn

I wanna see you work it, work it, work it out now

I wanna see you work
I wanna see you move your body in turn
I wanna see you shake your hips and learn

I wanna see you work it, work it, work it out now

CHORUS
Does he wash up? Never wash up
Does he clean up? No, he never cleans up
Does he brush up? Never brushed up
He does nothing the boy does nothing
(Repeat chorus)

And if the man can’t dance, he gets no second chance

I am not gay.

Tags: alesha, boy, dixon, music, nothing, p3, song, tune, Work

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